Your wild black hair shone in the dusty room
Papered with faded roses.
The lamp swung crookedly above us
Your blue eyes shut as you twirled and
Your navy overalls were the only color in the room
Like we were inside a black and white movie.
I perched on the bedspread
Once bright, but now pale from a decade of sun.
As you spun 
You sang.
The wild wordless melody dipped and swirled through the haze of time that covered the room.
I watched in awe
As the lightning crackled at your fingertips.
When your spinning slowed,
And your sapphire eyes opened,
I saw thunder clouds in them
And stars in your hair
And lightning coursing through your body.
For a moment
Time stopped
Wanting to hear your song forever.
I clapped feverishly as you took a slow bow.
You reached over and took my hand and...

Grandpa! Wake up! Mom's making cookies!
The old room fades from my vision as I open my eyes slowly
Not wanting to let you go.
I look down and see a small girl with black pigtails
Just like yours
And bright blue eyes
Just like yours.
She tugs my hand toward the kitchen
A delicious aroma fills the air,
But one last time I close my eyes 
And still you twirl my Queen of Lightning.